Page 45 of Dangerous Attraction

"Anyone else wanting to tag along?" Warren asks, eyes flicking to Mouse, who's sitting at the end of the table next to Dodger.

Mouse shakes his head.

"I'll go if I'm needed," Dodger says, shrugging. "If not, I'll happily stay back and spend the weekend with Lola."

"You mean to say you'll be here, just like everyone else will," Callux says, his voice firm. "You know the deal, Dodge."

Dodger gulps and nods. "Yeah, sure thing, Prez."

"Any other updates?" When no one says anything, Callux slaps his hand against the table, then stands up. "Great. Clear out then."

Chapter Seventeen

Trix

Thumping footsteps sound through the room as all the guys charge down the stairs, some of them walking straight into the kitchen, others moving to the booths, and a couple of them taking a seat at the bar.

Warren walks over with a cocky smirk, then winks as he sits down.

"A glass of whiskey please, doll."

Pulling a tumbler from the shelf, I plop a cube of ice in it, then fill it with the brown liquid before sliding it across the bar top.

It's unusual for me to find a blond guy attractive, but there's something about War that makes me think I'd make an exception. Although I do think he's a little too old for my liking.

Dodger asks for a soda, and while I'm pouring it into a glass for him, Luxe makes his way out of the kitchen, a plate filled with sandwiches in his hand.

"Morning, Trix," he says as he slides behind the bar and sets the plate in front of the guys. "You look nice today."

Smiling, I glance down at myself before mumbling a "Thank you."

His comment has me glancing around the room, looking for Reeve, but he's nowhere to be seen.

I didn't dress up for him on purpose, but I will admit that when I applied a little bit of make-up this morning, and chose the matching denim set to wear, I did wonder if he'd like it.

After our interaction this morning, though, I'm wishing I didn't consider him at all.

Once all of the guys have a drink, I hand out bottles of beer to the few in the booths, then move behind the bar, leaning against the small surface as I pull my phone out.

As soon as I unlock it, the photo I snapped of Reeve this morning appears, and my eyes roam over every inch of him. I quickly swipe away, not wanting to be caught drooling over him.

Shouting and laughter spill through the room and I glance up to the few guys crowded around one of the pool tables who are nudging each other as they play.

Movement from the corner of my eye draws my attention away and I see Milo and Reeve walking toward the two empty stools beside Warren.

"You do realize your job is kind of pointless, don't you?" Milo asks as he sits down.

Confused by the vitriol in his tone and the harsh words, I frown and cross my arms over my chest.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because he's being a dickhead and he doesn't know when to keep his fucking mouth shut," Reeve concludes, glaring at the man beside him.

"Classic Milo," Warren grumbles, then tosses back the remainder of his drink. "Boy needs to learn some manners."

"I have manners," Milo argues, eyes slicing over to the older man. "I just don't see the need to be nice right now."

Scoffing, I push away from the side. "Doesn't cost you anything."